| WARRICK: Do you know what Grissom drinks when he goes out at night? SARA: He goes out? WARRICK: Exactly. Who knows anything about that guy? (�Sounds of Silence�) GREG: I am the man. WARRICK: Why? What did you do? Let me guess. You ran a DNA profile on the blood from the dead guy�s knuckles and you got a match. GREG: No. GRISSOM: You ran a DNA profile and something very distinctive popped up? GREG: Not quite. WARRICK: You made it out of bed and you dressed yourself? GREG: No. (�Sounds of Silence�) SARA: So...that�s why Grissom�s late. WARRICK: You just don�t like other women in his life. SARA: I�m going to pretend I didn�t hear that. (�Sounds of Silence�) NICK: See the rabbit hair in the feces? Don�t you remember the seminar? WARRICK: Seminar? NICK: Julie? WARRICK: Julie. Oh...a CSI should not be that fine. (�Justice Is Served�) GRISSOM: Did you ever hear a dog say �woof-woof,� Greg? I mean, what is the origin of that? And what do we sound like to them, I wonder. GREG: I don�t know. Probably blah, blah, blah. (�Justice Is Served�) CATHERINE: Definitely a crime of passion. GRISSOM: You think a female could do this? CATHERINE: I could have. GRISSOM: Scared of you. (�Evaluation Day�) GREG: Squirrels love �em...they get tossed at Dodger Stadium and they make a hell of a butter. SARA: You�re nuts. You know that. GREG: Exactamundo. (�Evaluation Day�) |